Chapter 6-Recovery
Vegeta somehow made it back to the ship without dying. He had not taken an ass whoopin' like that since Freeza... he didn't even want to think about Freeza right now. He stumbled into the airlock, made it into the ship, and...
Vegeta awakened, face down, in a puddle of red on the floor. He tried to push himself off the floor with his arms, but collapsed onto his left arm as pure, unbridled pain shot through it. He sat up on his knees and ripped his shredded armor top off. His wounds were worse than he thought. All were extremely deep, and would easily become infected. Worst of all, they hadn't clotted yet. If he were human, he would have been dead. Feeling extremely weak, he got to his feet. He stripped naked and made his way the shower. He turned the faucet just as a dark spot came into the very middle of his vision and grew bigger until all he saw was black.
Vegeta woke up, stinging all over. He was lying down in the shower, cold water raining down on top of him. He thought he only turned the hot water knob, but realized that it was only an indicator of how long he was out. He looked down at the drain and saw the water had a red tint to it. He literally rolled out of the shower, not even bothering to turn it off, and managed to put on a pair of boxers that might have been Goku's. Goku!? Forget him, Vegeta thought, he's dead by now.
"Where * huff * did he * wheeze * put that fucking," he paused to catch his breath ,"fucking first aid kit?" He then wondered why he was thinking out loud. He was always the first one to refuse first aid, but with no rejuvenation tank, this was the best he could do. He opened it up. Suppressants and healing salt. This was going to HURT. He grabbed a fork and put it in his mouth side ways. He took the healing salt, ripped open the package, and poured the contents into his left shoulder. Then nothing.
Vegeta woke up and saw that the fork took the worst of it. It was bent into a "U" with jagged teeth marks at the end of the "U". At least his shoulder stopped bleeding,, but nothing else had. None of his other wounds were gushing anymore either, at least. He grabbed more salt packets, put the fork back it his mouth, and applied it to the rest of his open wounds.
"MMMMMMRRRRRRRR!!" This time, Vegeta was conscious for the pain. Even after the initial burn, his wounds would continue to seer for hours. Vegeta then looked in the kit for some burn relief stuff. He applied the cream to his right arm. At first, it burned like it was on fire, then got cold as ice. He didn't know what hurt more, getting the wounds or treating them. He took a roll of bandages out and wrapped them around his open wounds.
Was Goku really dead?
That question hit Vegeta like a ton of bricks. The demons that took Goku didn't try to maim and maul him like they did with Vegeta. They just took him somewhere. Food maybe? Or, he would wind up cocooned just like the others. What was the purpose of that anyway? Food storage? Vegeta hurt too much to think. Too many questions were buzzing in Vegeta's head for him even to care; like how did those things take over, what seemed to be, a man made maximum security prison? Also, why did they choose to drag off Goku and try to kill Vegeta?
Nothing made sense anymore and Vegeta didn't care. He went back into the bathroom and went through the medicine cabinet, looking for aspirin. He grabbed the bottle and shook it. There was about 5 or 6 in there. He opened the cap and downed them all. He couldn't quite get them down his throat pipe because he had dry mouth. He filled the bottle with water and downed that. He then stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed onto a bed. Vegeta then drifted off into a self-imposed dreamless sleep.